The bedroom portal
It doesn't matter how dizzy you are, you decide. Getting out of here
is more important. You pick up the stranger and find that he weighs
much less than you expected, about the weight of a small child instead
of the weight of a grown man. He groans in pain. "Don't worry,
I'll be careful," you tell him. He directs you to the wizard's
bedroom. You stop at the door and listen. Nothing, no one's there.
You enter and find that the bedroom is filled with dusty old magic
books, some in English, some in French, some in languages you've never
heard of. One magic book lies open on the table. You find yourself
irresistably drawn to it.
